...flowing through the tap lines of my miiiind.
I recognize the fact that it's spring. It's been less than a month since I sang its praises. Mother Nature is still sorting out her schedule. The pollen is bringing all sorts of drama to your sinus cavities.
But I need to hit fast forward for just a moment.
Because according to my tastebuds: it's summertime, kids. Time to start working on your Marco Polo.
Brewed by the same badasses in Michigan who brought you Hopslam, Bell's Oberon is my warm weather staple. From its release in March until the last cannonball hits water in September, the first thing you'll see when you open my fridge is that bright, cheery, orange label.
Oberon is an example of what all wheat beers should strive to be. The smell of coriander, orange peel and fresh, crisp Saaz hops carry over onto the palate to create a multisensory drinking experience.
And look at that body. Hazy, golden, effervescent.
(That's right. I'm ogling a beer.)
If that's not summer in a glass, I don't know what is.
Lawn clippings in a melamine tumbler would be quite summery, actually.
This beer is great on its own but also pairs well with light foods: mozzarella and tomato salad, a simple shrimp pasta dish, a bowl of ripe berries topped with fresh whipped cream (homemade pound cake
If you're a fan of that one wildly popular wheat beer named after a celestial body, give Oberon a go. I think you'll be pleasantly surprised.
All right, I'm done. Back to spring and all of the glorious loradatine tablets that it brings.